(I previously wrote and posted this blog, but something which happened today caused me to remember it. As I rounded the corner of my house, a large hawk, not more than three feet away from me, flew into the air. Two seconds later I noticed the nature of his quest. There was a large white and orange cat hiding behind one of my azalea bushes. The predator and the prey. After I saw the TV documentary mentioned in the following blog, I experienced much more empathy for both the predator and the prey)
Following is an excerpt from the script of a recent nature documentary titled, “Born in China;” with editing and additional clarification by yours truly.
Call me
‘sensitive,’ but as a rule I just can’t watch those “Crocodile eats zebra as it
swims across an African stream” kind of film productions. However, in the
scheme of things “Born in China” goes relatively light on gruesome scenes such
as the foregoing description would indicate.
Nonetheless,
it doesn’t “pull any punches,” and there are a few scenes in which, for
instance, a snow leopard grasps a young calf by the neck, or is seen dragging a
newly killed mountain goat back to its den. Speaking of snow leopards, there
are only 6,000 of these magnificent felines still in existence, and they are
being trophy hunted to the tune of one kill per day.
“Born in
China” is a magnificent, full-color production, and spins the true tales of
several species of wild animals, including pandas, monkeys, mountain goats, and
of course, snow leopards; which live in the highlands of China. I never
realized such compassion for a predator species ‘til I watched this
documentary.
Under
Dawa's nurturing, her cubs are growing into two impressive young cats. And
she's just had a successful hunt which comes none too soon. Her cubs are now
fully weaned and hungry for some fresh meat. They've been watching and learning
the ways of the great hunter, their morn, (but are not yet prepared to hunt on
their own).
Suddenly
across the valley, the intruder has returned.
(The
‘intruder’ refers to another female snow leopard who vies for the choice
animal-rich territory which Dawa calls ‘home’).
This time,
she has returned with her three nearly grown sons. Scarcity of prey has brought
them into Dawa's territory, and they are more than prepared to take all that is
hers. Dawa's old rival is much more emboldened now that she has reinforcements.
Her powerful foe, and Dawa both know the latter of the two would never survive
a fight against all four of her competitors.
However,
Dawa can't bring herself to abandon this precious food. Her cubs must eat, and
when it comes to their survival, Dawa would fight almost any foe. The trade-off
between life and death is sometimes a very difficult calculation. But then the
other leopards move in. (Dawa watches from a distance, and reluctantly decides
to “turn tail and run”). Outnumbered and out-fanged, Dawa retreats to guard her
cubs. Not satisfied with merely stealing Dawa's kill, the interlopers now
pursue her to let her know, they're here to stay. To save her young, Dawa must
lead them out of the area. She has experienced overwhelming humiliation. The
proud snow leopard and her cubs have been expelled from their own home.
As the
temperatures begin to plummet, the once mighty Queen of the Mountain hasn't
made a kill in over a week. Now, she's forced to share her unfamiliar new
territory with her more successful rivals. She must survey the area constantly
to get the lay of the land and reestablish her dominion with scent markings.
But now she's been spotted by a male snow leopard. She defends her ground
bravely, but is forced to retreat back to her cubs. Suddenly, those playful days
of summer are a fading memory.
Dawa's hunting successes have been
few and far between. But a flock of sheep, seeking shelter from the weather,
have just moved within range. However, now the unexpected occurs. The snow has
concealed jagged rocks, and as Dawa leaps from ledge to ledge in pursuit of a
choice lamb, she injures her paw. Dawa knows if she and her cubs are to
survive, she must be in top physical condition. The ‘hunt’ demands it.
Back up on
the high plateau the winter snow lingers well into spring, and Dawa is still
fighting to provide for her cubs. The injury to her foot has greatly hampered
her hunting ability, and she no longer has the speed to chase down prey, as
nimble as these wild sheep. However, an opportunity now arises. In springtime, domesticated
yaks are released to graze in the higher elevations. These beasts are ten times
as heavy as Dawa, and one blow from their powerful horns could be fatal. Going
up against a whole herd is like attacking an army. Yet, her cubs are relying on
her. It's now or never.
The limping
Dawa pours on her limited speed, and sinks her fangs into the neck of a newborn
yak. The calf's mother rallies to save her baby. But Dawa refuses to let go.
She understands this is her last chance. However, a yak mother's will to
protect her young is just as strong as Dawa's.
The yak
strikes Dawa hard with her horns. The desperate feline is injured badly. One
mother's brave rescue of her baby is another's tragic failure to feed her own.
Dawa stumbles away from “the scene of the crime,” and her last opportunity to
save herself and her young cubs from certain death.
(As the documentary reaches its
conclusion, a momentary glimpse of the dead Dawa comes into view. Snow is
falling hard around her, and we can only surmise that her cubs have also
succumbed to hunger and the elements, and lie somewhere nearby.
One can only imagine the waning
emotions which filled up Dawa’s dying frame. The pride of having, "push
come to shove" stood up to a larger foe, the inherent satisfaction with
having given her last full measure of devotion, the inestimable sadness of her
best not having been good enough; the overwhelming grief which came with her
inability to save her children from the same fate as her own. A string of ‘bad
luck.’ The survival of the fittest. Providence has once again won out).
In Chinese
mythology, when a life ends, a crane carries that soul to rejoin the cycle of
birth and rebirth. From the end to the beginning. Time pushes this cycle ever
forward. The young become adults. The adults grow old. Death is not the end. It
is merely a waypoint in a circle that continues endlessly.
Every
creature plays its part in this great cyclical symphony. Each life lived is
just one beat in the larger beautiful rhythm. This vast land breeds both love
and hardship. But in the hardship, there is hope. This is where they live. This
is where they die. This is where they grow. This is where they are born.
from “Born in China” documentary with editing by William McDonald, PhD